what really matters ..

chapter 1

Y/n point of view :

It all started a Friday afternoon, i was heading back home from picking up food for dinner. Treasuring the pink and purple sunset as I made my way down the hill past the markets and convinence stores back to the trashy neighborhood I lived in. It wasn't a safe neighborhood either, especially not at night, but I've lived here my whole life and it doesn't even bother me anymore.

Moms gone again like she has been everyday after work. She goes out with her friends to a bar across town and does who knows what out late at night. It's like she forgets she has two kids at home.

So most afternoons it's just me and my brother Benjiro. We're both in middle school but I'm two years older, and next year I'll be going to highschool.

"so what highschool are you gonna pick y/n?" says Benjiro as he's doing his homework on the kitchen table

"I still haven't chosen yet, but a hero school of course, you know that's been my dream, you know that's the only way we can both make it out of this shitty town" I say as I start prepping the curry for dinner using my quirk to boil water

"you don't always gotta watch over me you know, I'm big i can take of myself"

"Don't worry when I'm big and famous I'll share the fame with you too dummy" I say charismatically

Soon after we eat I leave the cleaning to Benji, that's how we always did it, we shared the chores because we both had to learn how to be independent at a young age because of our absent parents.

Later that night I started to really contemplate on what Benjiro said, i better get more serious and start looking into high schools. I know I'll have to choose one close to home, I couldn't bare to leave my brother stuck with my mom. God knows how much we both have been through since our parents separated 10 years ago. My moms been a mess ever since dad walked out on us, I pleaded for her to get help, to see someone but she refused to listen, she had too much pride and it's only made it worse for me and my brother at home. She comes back some nights drunk and gets aggressive with us. Covering bruises has been easy for me since I let her take out all the hits on me and not my brother.

As for my dad, we used to visit him every other week after the divorce. He tried making an effort to stay close with us but with time we grew apart and he stopped coming to see us. Mom pushed him away and dad couldn't care less for us anymore. It sucks when you lose the bond you used to have with someone you were so close to, I was a daddy's girl growing up and now I don't even know how to talk to him anymore. It's likes he's a total stranger now. We haven't seen him in 4 years but we get a phone call from him every 3 months if we're lucky. In those 10 years my parents separated, dad was able to move on and start a new family elsewhere. It kind of hurts seeing those kids grow up with the family I wasn't able to have myself. After a while I was over dreading his absence and had to get up and be the bigger person, for me and my brother that is. All we get from him now are a solid 10,000 yen every month. I guess it's the "sorry I couldn't be a father to you and Benji anymore here's some money to keep you guys happy".

I had to grow up at a young age and I've seen things and been through things most of my kids my age aren't supposed to go through. I don't know if maturity is a curse or blessing.